Something all of us think about, even strive for is….BEING RICH…
What it would be like to not have to worry about all those weekly, monthly payments. To wake up instead to, "Now, what kind of fun will I enjoy today?"
If you’re like me, well, I just have never been that lucky. Like many of you, I’ve had my moments – those times in life when things were pretty darn good – it just never lasted.
FLASH CASH for me came only a couple of times; when I was 19 in Arizona and you could buy a loaded, almost-anything car for six or seven grand. I had a few months of what it felt like to be RICH. But not rich by today’s standards.
More importantly, I had a partner, Don Woodbeck, to hang out with and enjoy the moments. We lived in a huge house, traveled to warm places in the winter (hell we lived in Arizona – it was always kinda warm), had cool cars, cash, girls, almost the whole nine yards – even body guards. But by the end of my 20th year – poof – it was all gone. The government saw to that. I had to be my father’s son again and open a restaurant. I think my starting salary was about $14,000 a year.
I was average again. The pain.
When I was in Hollywood I knew lots of rich guys. Movie stars, business guys, a few women who simply were given the dough by daddy. One thing almost all of them had in common though was they were very unhappy. WHY? I could never figure that out. Can you?
Some were very accomplished in their fields, so it’s not like they never earned the money.
Sly Stallone may have summed it up best. "You never know if they are your friends, or paid hangers on. Sometime even your lady or wife. It can be quite lonely, even scary."
It’s true. I’ve found that the money keeps too many people around who don’t really care about you much. Most people only care about themselves. It’s human nature.
Most of us know the pitfalls of "having it all." Yet we all keep striving to do just that. Odd isn’t it? For those of us who’ve had it then lost it, we want to get it again. We worry about our old age and who will take care of us. Will we have enough dough for the HOME, medical so on.
With Stanford’s I had a second shot in the late 90’s and we were rolling. I remember looking out the window of my two bedroom swank pad at the Sulgrave one night. I was thinking, "Hey, I wanted Hollywood to work out better, but this is pretty damn good. DON’T BLOW IT."
But by 2004 I had to dump what was once Stanford’s, Johnny Dare’s and American Chrome. The bottom had fallen out of Westport and we got killed. Most of the money was gone so I had to start over for a third time. No fun. But you battle and sometimes hard work gets you through all of it….again.
Ah, to wake up being truly RICH. Yeah, it’s hard to find a couple good friends to hang with you as you hit the beach on some Island in February. Or cruise the Plaza on a summer’s evening in your new Lotus.
Too many of us are mad at the RICH GUY or GIRL though. We’re jealous and that’s also human. I know you always hear. "It’s better to be rich with good friends and family." And there’s a lot of truth in that. Untiil you open the mailbox and it’s the phone bill, the electric bill, the rent, doctor’s bills ,Blue Cross, car payment, MasterCard, Macy’s, Dillard’s.
That kinda takes the fun outta that family and friends deal, huh? Cuts both ways.